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Goodbye, My Lovely
I love you love you love you
(However cheaply that lands on your ears)
And nearer still to the point:
Nothing is wrong, you see me and blink
your love.
I have learned to lean on your love
And I don't know where to stand without it.
So stay. A thousand times, stay.
I bank that this is enough
for the hundred you hate me; please
don't escape me.
In your eyes, my throat turns to sand
My hand, a film of sweat,
slick and muffled
My Gordian stomach pickled with salty citrus.
Is this our last, our very last
exhale
into a fast fantasy rushing past
like so many moments
of grain --
My words flung against and lost in that stream
of time; starved
of hope, skeletal and sinewy, from gristle to grist
Don't deny me the foggy mist of hope
Or, better, denial. For in your
eyes I see a tender glow
And however much in those radiant beacons
I will be no more, I have but one last favour,
one last request:
For all that you do, that which you say
and that sword you wield
I beg you let me live
out
my desperate liquefaction of pretend. Darling
please don't tell me
not even with your eyes
how this story ends
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